Gratitudes in the world, disputes in the palace, let's see how two legendary women interpret their lives!
Years pass by, and on the day we met, "the red maples all over the trees fell like tears, dyeing the water of the moat red." Are our hearts still the same as before?
"If life is just like seeing each other, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?" Will that woman who seems to be as gentle and flawless as an immortal really stop for anyone?